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"
And
who
will
live
here
,
then
?
"
"
Why
,
Joseph
will
take
care
of
the
house
,
and
,
perhaps
,
a
lad
to
keep
him
company
.
They
will
live
in
the
kitchen
,
and
the
rest
will
be
shut
up
.
"
"
For
the
use
of
such
ghosts
as
choose
to
inhabit
it
,
"
I
observed
.
"
No
,
Mr.
Lockwood
,
"
said
Nelly
,
shaking
her
head
.
"
I
believe
the
dead
are
at
peace
:
but
it
is
not
right
to
speak
of
them
with
levity
.
"
At
that
moment
the
garden
gate
swung
to
;
the
ramblers
were
returning
.
"
They
are
afraid
of
nothing
,
"
I
grumbled
,
watching
their
approach
through
the
window
.
"
Together
they
would
brave
Satan
and
all
his
legions
.
"
As
they
stepped
on
to
the
door-stones
,
and
halted
to
take
a
last
look
at
the
moon
--
or
,
more
correctly
,
at
each
other
by
her
light
--
I
felt
irresistibly
impelled
to
escape
them
again
;
and
,
pressing
a
remembrance
into
the
hand
of
Mrs.
Dean
,
and
disregarding
her
expostulations
at
my
rudeness
,
I
vanished
through
the
kitchen
as
they
opened
the
house
door
;
and
so
should
have
confirmed
Joseph
in
his
opinion
of
his
fellow-servant
's
gay
indiscretions
,
had
he
not
fortunately
recognised
me
for
a
respectable
character
by
the
sweet
ring
of
a
sovereign
at
his
feet
.
My
walk
home
was
lengthened
by
a
diversion
in
the
direction
of
the
kirk
.
When
beneath
its
walls
,
I
perceived
decay
had
made
progress
,
even
in
seven
months
:
many
a
window
showed
black
gaps
deprived
of
glass
;
and
slates
jutted
off
,
here
and
there
,
beyond
the
right
line
of
the
roof
,
to
be
gradually
worked
off
in
coming
autumn
storms
.
I
sought
,
and
soon
discovered
,
the
three
head-stones
on
the
slope
next
the
moor
:
the
middle
one
grey
,
and
half
buried
in
heath
:
Edgar
Linton
's
only
harmonised
by
the
turf
and
moss
creeping
up
its
foot
:
Heathcliff
's
still
bare
